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stargazeraldroth · 6 months

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Okay okay okay, so- Hear me out. I’ve got an AU (…AM? Alternate Multiverse?) idea that could go the way or horror, humor, or both, spawned by your mention of the evil team in your Pokémon AU. I’m never gonna do anything with this, but it made me laugh and I wanted to share it and see where you’d go with it (your AUs/AMs are fun sue me!!!).

So. Consider this, if you will- Dream and Blue decide to try and be a lil silly with Ink for whatever reason. Payback for a prank? April Fool’s? The reason isn’t important, what’s important is that they decide “go big or go home” and enlist a few AUs to pretend to worship Ink as a god in some weird, Ink-oriented cult. Why a cult? Who knows, maybe they got drunk and ran with it. Maybe they were feeling chaotic. The idea is that Ink will go to these AUs, find the “fake cult,” and try to figure out what the hell happened, this isn’t in the script??? Before Dream and Blue eventually reveal their Dastardly Prank (and they intend to reveal it, they abide by the confuse don’t abuse rule!) and have a good laugh together!

Except there’s one teeny tiny… Itsy bitsy little problem with that.

Somehow, someway, the AUs didn’t get the memo that the cult was meant to be pretend, and now there’s a real, actual Ink Cult spanning the goddamn multiverse that’s rapidly growing. There are rituals and prayers going around, they’ve heard whispers about sacrifices (of what, they aren’t sure- art supplies???), someone started a goddamn holiday, it’s all a mess, really.

Depending on how you take it, you could go a humorous route and have Blue and Dream frantically trying to hide this from Ink while fixing the entire mess, or at least mitigating it somewhat (stop trying to sacrifice actual people- they don’t care that it’s willing, use cupcakes or paints or something!!!), to varying degrees of success… Or you could go a more horror oriented route of Dream and Blue frantically trying to keep their friend out of the grasp of his rapidly growing worshippers, all while wondering how everything went so damn wrong and stars, they’re so sorry, Ink-

Anyways yeah, Accidental Cult AU/AM go brrr.

Ah, splendid. I just call all of my alternate multiverses AUs, it helps me with consistency and everyone knows what it means. I don't know which idea I like better, the funnier one or the more horror-oriented one. So! I'm going to address both of them separately!

Also I'm glad to hear you find my AUs fun to read about, making AUs is one of my biggest hobbies rn-

~Funny Version~

For once, Ink's not the one who caused the problem. This is already going wonderfully, my baby's innocent

The idea of the cults trying to sacrifice actual people to Ink is hilarious. I can picture Dream and Blue trying to discourage it by saying that Ink doesn't condone this kind of behavior, which is true, but with varying degrees of effectiveness. Ink will, however, accept food and art supplies any day of the week

They have to enlist CORE's help in tracking the cults' activities, much to CORE's displeasure. How did they let the situation get so out of hand? They're sorry, CORE! They didn't think this would happen!

I can't tell what would be funnier: Ink being painfully oblivious of their involvement (how did the AUs even find out about him? He keeps himself well-hidden, he thinks!) or Ink being entirely aware, but pretending to be dumb. He wants to see if they can handle it on their own, first

Just the image of Dream and Blue trying to keep the cults hidden from Ink is golden. Especially if they eventually cave and tell Ink about it, expecting him to freak out... only for him to either wonder how they did it or him laugh and tell them he already knew about them

Imagine the cults have like, shrines dedicated to Ink. Little Ink statues

What if, in this version, the cults aren't even all that dangerous? Their rituals are more along the lines of "We must pray to the Protector and give him offerings, so that he may ward the Destroyer off from our world!" Just silly things like that

~Horror Version~

Dream and Blue's efforts to stop the cults from using live sacrifices are less successful here

You mentioned they're trying to keep Ink away from the cults, so let's take a look at what might happen if they were to get him

They wouldn't do anything bad to him, of course, but it's a very... odd situation. Ink's being surrounded by these cloaked figures showering him with praises and worship. And when he tries to leave, they won't let him, so he kinda... has to resort to extremes

Maybe the cults start treating Dream and Blue as Ink's messengers or heralds, of sorts. Not just to "deliver his words", but to also relay the cults' prayers and wishes

Alternatively, maybe some cults start going even more rogue and scheme ways to capture Ink and use him to change things about their world. Surely, if anyone would have the power to change things, it would be their lord? They didn't get the memo that Ink doesn't create or control AUs, only protects them (like half of the fandom)

Maybe a cult tries to force Ink out of "hiding" and answering their summons by capturing Dream or Blue and preparing to sacrifice them

I wonder how they might react to PJ and Gradient...? Being the children of Ink, surely they'd be respected. But being Error's children, too... maybe some groups don't take too kindly to their existences

#anonymous asks #utmv au #ink sans #dream sans #blue sans #swap sans #“it's just a prank bro”#the prank:

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starlight-tea-writing · 7 months

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Ask games! Loves these things.

Anyway, 4, 34, 35, and/or 64! Take your pick on how many lol

sorry that this sat for, like, two days...but thank you for the asks!

4. what is the plot bunny you've been carrying around the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven't written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

I have many. many. many ideas. and not just for ATLA. but I think these are my favorites:

for ATLA

a. book 2, Iroh and Zuko are in Ba Sing Se. I say "screw you" to canon a bit and extend their time there. during that time, Zuko and Jin start actually dating, they become friends with the Jet, Smellerbee, and Longshot. with that friendship, they slowly relax into being teens and having fun (in part because they're committing Blue and Green Spirit shenanigans together). Zuko kinda forgets he was Zuko and really starts to embrace Lee. and then, Jet sees a poster about Appa and drags Lee with them, he sees the Gaang, and Zuko come crashing back to reality. they retrieve Ty Lee and Mai from the Palace (by accident, cause they think Suki is there), and then it's a trek of a dozen teens across the Earth Kingdom to take down Ozai. oh, and also, Jin is a secret (but very bad) earthbender.

I've written about half of it. maybe I'll finish and post it one day. there's also a GREAT scene where Zuko (as Lee) goes to Jin's for dinner and to meet her parents and younger sister (that I added for funsies). it's so awkward and fun and I love it so much.

b. I got permission to write a story based on @gemgirl28's idea. I have yet to write it yet, but it is outlined. that delay just makes me feel bad, because I want to do the story justice.

Spy X Family

a. like many others, I have been sucked into the Spy X Family world. it's three years ahead of where the story is now, and it starts with Donovan Desmond dying in a plane crash. and then it's just sort of how the cold war grows from there, Loid has to fake his death, Yuri evacuates Yor and Anya, it's a whole thing. a whole, very messy, very chaotic...thing. :)

I've already started writing it. I'm maybe a chapter into it.

34. how do you name characters and places?

characters: baby name lists. so many baby name lists. the targeted ads I get make my mother-in-law VERY curious and happy.

places: I tend to come up with a connecting theme for a place. so like, for the Earth Kingdom: a lot of actual real-life Chinese towns/cities are named sort-of based on their location (Bei Jing: Northern Capital). so, in Eight Years Later, the few smaller EK towns I created are named after the location they're at. however, for the Fire Nation in EYL, because I kind of view the cultural side of the Fire Nation as a pan-Asian country made up of a whole collection of cultures, each island I've "named" is just a "firebender associated" word from different Southeast Asian languages. so like, in EYL, Araw Island is "Day" in Filipino/Tagalog (don't remember exactly which one, sorry!), Moesashi Island is "Embers" in Japanese, and so on.

(fun fact: Mosu actually has MANY meanings...such as "ember" and "humble"...he's kinda the only character in EYL, at least, that I didn't find from a baby name list and instead went the language route - but it is an actual name, also, I think...I'm pretty sure I found it somewhere...it's been years at this point, apologies)

35. tell us about a character who's very different than you who you love a whole lot.

Ty Lee. I am not that bubbly and positive. I wish I could be. I know she's hiding mountains of hurt, which honestly, aren't we all? but she's able to put on a very compelling facade to get through her day, and I'm not sure if that's admirable or even more depressing. but I like to think that post-canon Ty Lee is very happy and doesn't have to fake it.

64. what is your favorite title for a fic you've read?

people can be real clever with their titles, and I wish I had that skill. I really like goofy, silly titles. little jokes and what not. I don't have any immediately in mind, I tend to forget details like that, but scrolling through my Ao3 history, I found this one and it made me chuckle:

Mission Impossible: Loid teaches Yor to cook

(^ pretty much all I read at the moment are cute little domestic one-shots, so...this is cute and silly and sweet)

thanks for the asks! in true starlight fashion, I wrote WAY too much, haha

#look an ask!#zutara #spy x family #fanfic asks #zutara fanfiction

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forgottenwyrm · 2 months

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me when Caledonia's concepts first dropped cause i doing a good playthrough: she's good. Probably chaotic good a bleeding heart maybe

Me as I get deeper into dragon lore and white dragons and every headcanon: oh no she's spiteful she's funny she can be mean she can be influenced and persuaded either way, chaotic neutral, easily tipped scale in either way based on who she ends up with during tadpole days, a true blank slate but there is some pre written, likes humor but also vengeful, spite what wrongs her or wrongs you, prideful

Its fun. Honestly. She's silly and very cerebral in thought still. Still friendly. Like.you can't take that out, but like she really does not view certain things on a morality scale.

Doesn't necessarily do evil for evil sake or gain of power. Doesn't necessarily want control, but like if you were a problem to her or someone she liked. You could end up dead. Doesn't necessarily do good or search out to the greatest amount of goodness.

Now she does like faerun as is, so she'll take action to keep things the way they are, or if they disturb the peace of her life or the people, again, that she likes. So good characters will influence her to do things cause well they'd be happy about it. Just as if evil characters, well, yeah the same can be applied.

There is a certain thing about as long as she maintains a sense of control over herself and power in a friendship or relationship; she's fine and will do just about anything. But like she is always affectionate in the same way toward either kind of party.

True Caledonia run if I played the game, if you removed the level system, like she'd skip so much of Act One if she was leading. If she made all the decisions. Like the Grove dies because she doesn't even go to goblin camp. She'd end up at the githyanki cutscene and go straight to creche. Skipping like so much. She'd do the bare minimum of Act Two.

Act Three. It's just immediately like okay. Fuck up orin immediately. Fuck up gortash immediately. She'd try to save as many in iron throne just cause. Boy she doesn't like this thing called cages. Or anyone being captive. Like she's a kill or let go. Take no prisoners.

But like in the end? All of this? Ends up solidifying her true nature as dragon. Causs they don't just do anything without a reason, without usually someone persuading them to this action. She goes after the Dragon Cult cause one guy from it personally wronged her and now it'd all bad, which I mean it is an evil cult, and she doesn't feel beholden to any God.

Its very fun, finding what stays the same, but realizing how flexible Caledonia is to based on literally who she is written against.

But also like there is a whole personal story with her too, and her memories and The Tiefling; who admittedly was doing evil for her father's sake and maybe her own, who did have a major crisis cause she got attach to the captive dragon she's known since she was five; and really the core of Caledonia is tied to; she realized she cared deeply for this tiefling, like a big sister; but she doesn't know what would honor her memory most; and feels survivor's guilt; so she keeps wearing her face cause it is her face now. And if the tiefling couldn't live, then she'll live for her; at least for a little while.

But she doesn't actually know what would truly honor who the tiefling was or what the tiefling would make decisions (which the tiefling would have done evil route but coming from a place of being literally raises this way and in an abusive cycle herself)

And, just I can't wait to write more on the tiefling and drabble of caledonia's memories aprund her years captive, and the tiefling girl talking and caring for her. And the ways in which Caledonia grows to be persuades and manipulated by the tiefling girl in a way and cares / like Caledonia absolutely went on hunger strikes while being chained and kept under a concoction of so many spells and then drained for her dragon blood; and the tiefling girl convinces her to eat.

But like, Caledonia has been so fun write cause she is an exploration of "how influences make a person" I hope this all reads well in my writing and creation, and everyone enjoys the character.

#There is always a feralness to her and unique intelligence #Himbo brain and always be quite humorous and favor characters who are humorous and fun #Especially those who are sneaky #But she also favors people who are straight forward #Wyll can be too much of a matyr and is a pet on a leash (of which cal will think wyll should snap that leash) for her #The sparkler wyll is though the more she likes her #Really it'd astarion and shadowheart who she will get along with but also the hardest?#Cause it is clear they keep their secrets and like their lies and manipulation #Meanwhile laezel is favorable because she is brutal and straight forward and funny #Gale is easily favorable cause well he talks he is funny #Same with karlach for her #Those two are easiest to get along cause they are funny and open (even if they have their own secrets namely gale)#She also thinks karlach and laezel are best cause she could at any time Start play fighting #AAnd they'll headbutt her right back or at least laezel will spar with her right away #Poor gale will have to get used to random cnatrips and ice knifes blast at him cause she wants to play fight now #[ about ] bg3 verse #[ ABOUT ] Who could forget they were a dragon once?#No but she still a young adult dragon so she is HIGHLY influencable #Now she will have character she doesn't like and will always be inclined to get rid of whom she doesn't like #And all of bg3 is her battling with imposter syndrome and identity and feeling a fraud

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pkmnomegaverse · 8 months

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Maverick song time! Monster by PVRIS. Cause one day I’ll draw him. But anyway unlike Darcel who’s just Like That and is doomed despite his upbringing, Maverick is very much a product of his environment. Thus why I like to think about What Ifs with him. Like how in ChampionVerse if I let Lark exist there, maybe that’s where he and Marverick wouldn’t be doomed and could have a relationship that works out.

Also I feel like I’ve maybe said this before but Darcel/Riviera being very similar to Maverick/Lark is 100% intentional. I like the dynamic a lot so why not do it twice while changing up the specifics. Mostly I’ve started to go easy on Rivi so Lark’s my “but what if they stayed devoted/doomed”

Darcel and Marerick are pretty different overall tho since both are evil, but whereas Darcel is the quirky silly at times kind of evil, Maverick is the stoic cutthroat kind. And then Rivi is jaded but still has hope. While Lark really has given up on things ever getting better so fully falls into what Maverick plans. Has decided this is the best it’s ever gonna get for him.

This is where it gets tricky since I do feel there’s a certain degree of care from each of the guys. Sorta. Like for Darcel/Riviera, a scene I’ve had in my head for them for a long time is Darcel seeing some guy on camera harassing Rivi in another room. Like bad harassment that’s def assault vibes that could escalate in that direction. Can see how Rivi is reacting and trying to fight back. And he just gets up and silently stalks to the room, shanking the guy in the back and killing him before either realizes he’s there. Cause he does look out for her in his own weird way. They have an understanding of sorts? Which is why Rivi sticks with him so long. Like it’s not even a “she’s mine” thing in this instance it really is more protective, since does know what she went through in the past. So is an instance of him just acting for the benefit of another person even if he’s too emotionally inept to view it that way.

Maverick I feel actually cares about Lark less than Darcel “cares” about Rivi. Since for him is much more of a possession thing vs guy who quite literally has no empathy and is just making his way through the world. But Maverick does come to value Lark more for who he is with time. It’s the loyalty that gets to him eventually. But I also don’t think he’d truly see Lark’s worth till he’s gone.

Whereas Darcel doesn’t have the self awareness to really come to some big “maybe I should have acted differently to not have her leave me” with Rivi. That’s just not something he’d do with anyone. He takes it for granted that people will stick with him once he views them on “his side.” So won’t easily let them go but doesn’t go the route of it being his fault they want to leave. Gets better at time with being extra manipulative to try and get them to not leave, since recognizes it’s because of his actions, but also that’s def on them and not on him. They’re just being no fun.

#Twitter thoughts time! But expanded! Since gonna try and cross post from now on #Maverick #Lark #HoneyTrapShipping #Darcel #Riviera #MachinatorShipping #Music #me talking about my trash sons

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lgchyunjin · 2 years

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not to detract any attention from the LGC anniversary events, but i wanted to thank everyone for making my time here at LGC so wonderful this second time around with Hyunjin. some things were just not meant to be, and having Hyunjin was one of them, due to the heavy amount of baggage that he has. that was something i thought i’d mentally been prepared with, by scooting him over to other routes, with new adventures with new people... to be fair, the three months flew by in a way where i had this underlying sadness that i couldn’t quite remove. so it’s with a heavy heart that i will ultimately be dropping Hyunjin & i will not be bringing him back to LGC, he’ll have to be in the memory of fame somewhere in my head, hopefully... happy.. someday.. somewhere... with his silly lil’ degree. i think bringing back someone who had debuted was ultimately my downfall because i just kept going, what if i hadn’t? what if i hadn’t? but life circumstances and ooc things came in the way the first time around for why i dropped him and..... this time, i’m doing it of my own choice.

i know i’ve went around to say my goodbyes to those that have spent time making connections with him and thank you so much, again for plotting with him. his life was a full one, but it was unfair to him and myself, and perhaps to you guys too that i brought him around for an unfair ride again.

honestly - doing that personality quiz was the nail in the coffin, if i’m being frank. i realized that at the end of the day, he’s legitimately the same boy, no matter how i twist or spin it.

and to those who reminded me that rp is for fun, and a hobby that shouldn’t be causing me stress and anxiety, that’s right. and thank YOU for making my experience on Hyunjin here great. see you from my other muses :-)

p.s. to those who need to do one more reply for the events, PLEASE reply this week, otherwise it won’t count. this is a warning to those who were writing with Hyunjin for the events <3 <3

#OOC POST : the end #thank you !

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randoimago · 5 months

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Zelda for the ask game please!

So I've only played Twilight Princess, Link to the Past, and Breath of the Wild >.< I've been meaning to play more LoZ games (I feel like I'd love Majora's Mask) but damn is finding the time and energy for new games hard 😅

I did this for BotW tho since that's the game I actually have written requests for

Ask Game Here

3 male characters I love: Link, Sidon, Kazz (I get so happy anytime I hear his music playing)

3 female characters I love: Paya, Mipha, Greta (she got me the hookups in Gerudo Town)

3 romantic ships I love: Mipha/Link 😭, Zelda/Link, Sidon/Link

3 platonic dynamics I love: Urbosa/Zelda (they're silly), Ganon/Link/Zelda (I have seen fanart of the three as friends and it's unbelievably cute), firm believer that Paya/Mipha would be the cutest friendship (just girls gossiping about why Link is the cutest and then them routing for each other)

3 favorite moments in canon:

The fact that you can be an absolute gremlin with the old man in the beginning of the game. Stealing his apples and then constantly pestering him about the glider. They give Link so much personality with these options even if he is the "silent protagonist"

This one is me specific, but I did Divine Beast Vah Naboris first (I saw images of Link in fem clothes and I went feral with need) and then I went to do Vah Medoh and I was prepared for it to be tedious and the boss fight to suck ass. Nope, I was surprised with how easy it was. The disbelief and relief I went was immeasurable. It was very funny.

Also me specific, but I got so excited when I found a "fairy fountain" but was so confused because there weren't any fairies around. And then I saw the title being like Dead Horse Shrine or smth and I was nervous chuckling. When I saw that fucking thing pop out of the fountain I gasped so loud because I was so not prepared. I was ready for a hot, thicc fairy to show up

3 favorite headcanons:

I really do think it would be cute to just have a Ganon, Link, Zelda friendship thing. Just seeing a cutscene of them hanging out or something (also hearing Matthew Mercer voicing Ganon being soft?? oof)

Kind of mentioned this with the platonic ships, but I do love the idea of a Mipha/Paya friendship just being them being cute and giggling and talking about crushes only to talk about how cool and handsome Link is and then routing for the other to get in a relationship with him.

Link and the others going out for weekly bowling. Of course, they'd need to all dress up in snow gear and there would be "I'm not used to this much clothing, that's why I suck at bowling" excuses, but it'd be fun.

3 least favorite things about it:

So when I wrote the Link oneshot for my October event, I wrote the cricket thing from my own experience. I knew the guy wanted 100 crickets before I took the quest so I went out and spent so much time to get those crickets and then I come back and am told to just get 10. False advertising, made me sad (I had hella elixirs tho)

Okay but with the elixir thing, I know that the tips and what not is like "Use monster parts to make elixir", but I really think some monster parts should be able to be cooked in a meal. And I'm not saying that because I'm salty that I accidentally tried cooking many Lizalfo tails (cause I kept forgetting that it's a monster part and not food somehow, lowkey I would eat one if it was prepared right)

Wish there were more feminine outfits for Link. It would be too powerful, but I wish there was more. And also good feminine outfits too so I can just have Link looking fem as fuck with good armor as well. I want it, I need it.

#Anonymous

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joyfinder · 6 months

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Today, I found my fix of childlike joy in one of my favorite places: the climbing gym! I've noticed lately that I've had trouble progressing in my climbing. I had a big burst of improvement for a few months, which quickly plateaued. I lost that crazy serotonin rush that I would get from sending a new limit or flashing a really hard route. I'm now trying to rediscover fun in my favorite sport. I did that today by trying a dyno on one of the routes set at my gym. One of my favorite feelings is being able to throw and catch myself on really powerful moves. So instead of spending all my playing energy on hard routes that my ego wants to reach the top of, I went to a route that I knew had a fun move in it (that I had not successfully stuck yet). This was a 12+, so if I'm not putting all my energy and focus into it, it is very unlikely that I will send it. This allowed me to not worrying about how far I'm going to get on the route. The end goal wasn't to send it. I just wanted to try that super fun move. This was a good call on my part because I had a BLAST and even ended up successfully doing the move. Sometimes I just need to tie a rope to me and throw myself up a wall with no intentions of actually reaching the top. These ten minutes of what felt like playing (rather than competing with myself and others) has already brought me more excitement towards the sport than I've had in the past few months.

Stop doing what you think you're SUPPOSED to be doing. Follow what your mind is trying so hard to draw you towards. For me, it was that silly dyno that caused me to swing 15 feet into my belayer's arms every time I missed (it is super overhung and one of the first moves on the route; he is not a bad belayer).

#joy #happiness #climbing #mental health #sports #athlete mental health

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aromantic-misguide-to-romance · 11 months

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Don't feel like WtG had a saving, the premise was incredibly superficial and the MCs writing felt like it was done by a man from the 90s. Massive objectification, like Snow being set as nasty because she is free to get with men before "finding the right one", Sleeping Beauty being resumed into "a killer body", Rapunzel an "innocent highschooler" that objective is to have a man. And we don't even talk about Jasmine having a full hispanic surname (cause they didn't shit cultures enough).

What was already written was indeed unsalvageable. It really seemed like it was done by some middle aged dude who had a very peculiar idea about "Western emancipated women" and what ethnicities actually are (aka Yazmin - I wonder if it's because their shallow name search ended up on the Sephardic singer and they went "not looking into it, Spain it is"). There was absolutely not even a bit of sensitivity research on Solmare's part and it was more than clear that they don't understand shit about what they're trying to do.

But I do not agree that the premise needed to be good. I'm fine with it being dumb, silly, making no sense etc. It needed only to be a start of a fun story. But the faults ultimately made it a very painful read.

Breaking the trope of the typical otome MC was an interesting idea imo and that's what I mean when I say it had potential. MCs of colour and LIs of colour could have been a great addition to the otome landscape of that time if the execution of that idea wasn't this abysmal. Solmare had no fraking clue what they're even doing, it was like a friend of a friend of a cousin told them Westerners like that so let's do it.

Some tiny aspects were actually refreshing, differing from typical narrative. Like when MC and her foe from Sleeping Beauty found out the LI has been two-timing them and swore revenge on him and suspended their own rivalry. Atharv being shamelessly bi in commentary, Sirena admitting she could eventually fall for Blanche. (In both cases the wording could have been better though :/ well...) There were MCs who actually found fulfillment in their work and didn't want to return to being princesses - and didn't have to. Some MCs were supported and loyally accompanied by their friends through hardships (Blanche/Snow White was very loyal to Sirena despite her foul mouth). Some of the villains had actually a lot of valid things to say (only some though). Those aspects could have been so good if it wasn't Solmare writing it.

The fact that I'm defending the game really gives me psychological damage... what have u done/j

It was extremely uneven, such good moments mixing with exceptionally shitty takes, bits of interesting characterisation as side characters but swept by shallow cliches that made those characters one-dimensional in their own routes. Every good motif shot down by two bad ones. In the end the potential was completely wasted and ruined by the awful writing, stereotyping and shallow characterisation, and some crappy endings, also something that Solmare truly excells in.

#we the girls #shall we date

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ariondevereux · 2 years

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ALSO ALSO BDSI YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT SHILOH 🥰🥰🥰 i’m not strong enough to break the pattern. i always always have to romance the best friend especially if they’re flirting with me right in my face 😔🫰🏼not so fun fact but i actually named my gang “draken” after ken and i hc that the gang logo is the dragon tattoo on the left side of his head. he’s so schmexyy <33 i will make shiloh watch and read tokrev so he knows his gang’s history

Yes it's me again (so sorry for cluttering ur inbox😭😭) Omg!! I would love to know some more facts/hcs about your BDSI Draken and shiloh pls. Only if u don't mind of course. 👀👀👀🙏🏾

I named mine Phoenix after P from golden because they're one of my faves (ik so original 😂😭). Like I give my Ocs the most random names. Sometimes I look at the oc I created and go "yeah they look like their name is Rohan😌" other times I look on baby websites for names because my brain is too tiny. I would love to know the process behind how u name ur Ocs. Draken has one of my fave character designs and he was such a sweetheart, I loved him sm. Friends to lovers is top tier and no one can tell me otherwise, the mutual pining, the teasing from their friend group, the "I love u but I don't wanna ruin our friendship", the whole idiots to lovers situations, the slow burn its all so good. A variation of this trope I really like is when they're childhood friends and then they get separated for some time and one of them or both doesn't remember each other for a bit and when they do the other person's personality changed due to some stuff that happened and then there's just angst and slow burn gallore jdjdjdjdjd. Kind of like rivens route in sinners and saints by @/sinnersandsaints-linwrites.

WAIT NO I WAS KIDDING ABOUT BDSI DRAKEN SHEJAKSJJA but yeah he was my inspiration for the gang name and logo <333 back before my mh went to shit and i could still draw, i wanted to make a silly fanart of shiloh dressed as draken 😭 like pls i love draken so much he’s the reason i got into tokrev. he’s such a gentle giant and he’s so noble like he’s the least insane out of all of them UGH i just know he’s boyfriend material i love himmmm

oooo tell me more about phoenix 👀 and no cause it’s a pretty name!! that’s also one of my spare names for future ocs with “nyx” as the nickname hehe

Sometimes I look at the oc I created and go "yeah they look like their name is Rohan😌"

THIS IS LITERALLY ME LMFAOOO one of my ocs is named olivia and my fc is gracie abrams because i was like “hmm🤔 she looks like an olivia” and it’s funny because i came across one musing blog here and one of their ocs is also olivia with gracie abrams as the fc nsnsjsksjs but most often i give my ocs names that i wish i had. except for annika, my former wayhaven detective. technically we have the same name, mine’s just spelled differently but i wish it was spelled annika lololol but yeah once i come up with a name, i’ll just try to think of a surname that i think flows well with the name

AND YES YOU CAN NEVER GO WRONG WITH FRIENDS TO LOVERS !!! like other tropes are pretty but they’re not f2l 🤭🤭 and the scrumptiousness of childhood friends to lovers…….. you get it. i don’t know if you play tears of themis but there’s this character named luke with this same trope and god the angst is so so good i think you’re gonna love it

#tokrev anon #nikka answers

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gl1tt3rboy · 2 years

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If i said the thing i have done, and any vaguely sane person found this and read it, i would be rightfully hunted down and outed as the horrible, truly awful person i am. And if that happened, my loved one's lives would be damaged beyond repair. I cannot cause myself enough harm to finally have paid my dues, i just have to live and live and live what seems like endless days creeping on and on, barely managing pretending to be well enough to satisfy my beloved partner, my employers, what vague and distant friends i may or may not have, my long unseen family. I thank God for giving me mercy to sometimes forget the worst, most awful of my sins. Other people cause far more harm, (what i did harmed nobody but myself despite my efforts to the contrary) and seem to live happily, are they lying too? Do they sit awake, whiling away sleepless minutes and hours droning on and on about how miserable they make others, the pain they have caused, the absolute audacity of their attempt to keep on living? Worse yet, any attempts at self care and happiness? Do they have no soul, do i? Do i deserve one, after the grim, everlasting horror of what i've done?

Despite my efforts, nobody is in harms way anymore. Nobody but myself. Nobody would have been hurt physically by what i psychotically, in a crazed attempt at security and peace, tried to do. But fuck. Do i deserve to even dream of love and a home now? Honestly-I know i dont, can i even try?

I was literally insane at the time but that is no excuse, nothing even close to getting me off the hook. By the grace of God, nothing happened. My efforts were silly and useless, and yet they tear me apart every single day. How could i be so selfish, so stupid, such a miserable, horrible excuse for a human being? How do i smile at my loved ones? How do i convince myself to get little treats and rest and dance and stay alive every damn second, the farther away i get from when it happened the faster it crawls towards me, determined to make me not pay, but prevent myself from ever being able to do something that awful again.

Nobody was going to get hurt physically. I remember being truly, actually crazy at the time. Not in a fun way, the kind of crazy that you see in movies and anecdotes, the kind that doesn't have a medical name or reason of being or diagnosis or neat little box it can slot into with symptoms and treatments and reassurances and communities and support.

The kind that ripped me away from reality sharply at times and gently, nudging at others. It got sharper as time went by, my insistence on things that could not be real growing stronger and quieter and more internalized, hiding in an awful echo chamber, screaming its hoarse, tireless little lungs out.

The kind that will provide you with absurd ways to escape. To make your delusions reality.

To be happy and sane and cared for and loved and supported at last, all at once.

Wouldn't that be lovely? Wouldn't you do anything to get there?

Truly anything?

At any cost, for your own awful, selfish, wonderful paradise?

If so, please seek help, therapy, don't be like me.

It isn't worth it. Whatever this vague description reminds you of, it isn't worth it.

There is no magical escape to happiness, there is only a constant climb to keep yourself relatively not miserable. If you climb long enough and put in all your effort, maybe even happy. Maybe. But even the small, tame glimpses of happiness and peace are worth every sharp rock your raw hands have to use to pull yourself along.

It is much much harder, incredibly so, when you have the weight of some horrible, selfish, unforgivable, ghastly thing you have done dragging you downwards, weighing on you so every rock cuts deeper or you slip. And you may not recover.

All because you tried to take the easy, selfish route to being happy.

Maybe someday i will forgive myself. I will come to terms with what i have done, realize i am accomplishing nothing but causing myself and my loved ones pain by punishing myself and crying night after night after night until everything aches and i haven't slept and i still have to cover up every worrying sign in excuses and a chipper demeanor.

Hopefully that day comes soon. This is not living.

I owe it to my loved ones to try.

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shinjukuspiritcommittee · 3 years

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Exercise Buds

I’ve seen a lot of people request I do a Tindalos/Cthugha rivalry for the readers attention. So I decided to make this quick little thing with my own twist on it. I wouldn’t mind revisiting this rivalry at some point or maybe having Cthugha try and become a Vtuber.

Cthugha/Tindalos

~By the growing concern of your guildmates and your physical condition you all agreed to take a bit more concern for your athleticism in case a scenario would arise where it would be your only option. Luckily Kengo happened to be an expert on the matter and was able to formulate a regiment for your guild. One of your requirements was a jog at a certain time of the day which you took time to properly adjust your schedule to over the course of two weeks now. However this week on your run you actually crossed paths with a familiar berserker. “ Oh, hey there!” Cthugha greeted you in a nonchalant way as you both almost bumped into each other. You were glad you didn’t because if you had you would have most likely caused an explosion thanks to the large Transient being startled by the impact. Either way he seemed dressed for a jog thanks to his loose gold faded shirt and sweatbands. “I had no idea you would be jogging this route right now. None.” The red entity laughed nervously. You asked him if he had gotten lost on his workout routine. “What? Lost? No way, not a super cool guy like me!” He replied. “If anything I was just… looking for a new route.” Cthugha puffed out his cheeks and blushed a little as he continued. “But, since you’re here… how about you and I-” Before he could finish his suggestion a third voice cut in that snuck up from nowhere.

“Why if it isn’t my two favorite people?” A familiar blue furred arm wrapped around both you and Cthugha in a seemingly friendly hug. “The best summoner I know and… some other guy.” Cthugha took offense to that.

“You know well who I am!” Cthugha snapped in annoyance.

“Hmm…” Tindalos took a minute to ponder. “Nope. I think I’d recognize someone as simple as you.”

“S-Simple!?”

Tindalos chuckled and turned his attention back to you. “So, are you guys out on a date or something?” You corrected Tindalos and clarified you had just bumped into each other not too long ago while out on your jogs. “Oh? Since when did the two of you jog?” A thought clicked in his head. “You must be taking after my advice from my workout streams! Nothing like good cardio before a workout after all!”

“Don’t give yourself too much credit.” Cthugha sneered. “A shrimp like you has nothing on me~.”

Tindalos took a minute to size up Cthugha. “For a simple guy you’re pretty big, but I’m definitely the handsome one.” The blue therian brought his arms behind his head and gave a wink as he posed for both you and the red Therian.

“Stop calling me simple!” Cthugha demanded. To avoid a literal explosion you made an effort to step between the two…

~And it somehow worked. You were now on a run with two of the most physically active transients you knew. You admired both briefly as you flanked behind the two of them. You definitely took note that Cthugha not only looked powerful since he was also a bodybuilder but also was powerful thanks to his power over explosions. Meanwhile Tindalos had an impressive physique despite spending most of his time in his own room and not being as much of a powerlifter as Cthugha was. You were at least grateful Cthugha agreed to play nice…

Unfortunately Cthugha wanted to do anything BUT play nice. He had been planning an opportunity like this for weeks now. He had to memorize your route, find the perfect outfit to show off his physique, come up with the perfect excuse, and work up the courage just to ask you to go on a date with him. But NO. This mutt had to show up and sabotage his perfectly executed plan to woo you. He knew Tindalos probably caught wind of this plan and just “conveniently” went out on a jog of his own just to mess with Cthugha’s well considered plan.

Tindalos just wanted to stretch his legs and when he saw you chatting it up with another Old One he figured it’d be fun. He just thinks it’s fun to tease Cthugha.

~After going for at it for a while you cave first and explain you can’t run anymore without taking a hydration break. “We’ve definitely ran pretty far…” Tindalos added.

Cthugha scoffed at the both of you. “This is pretty far for you? I’m still raring to go!” He huffed out.

“Well good for you. But some of us more complex and intelligent folks need a drink every once in a while.” The therian quipped as he grabbed his water bottle and started chugging.

“For someone thirsty you’re pretty talkative.” Cthugha grumbled. “Oh, um… are you okay though?” Cthugha asked you as you took a gulp of your water. You said you would be okay after a minute to drink some water.

“You only brought water with you?” Tindalos asked. “Why not try some of my sports drink? Don’t worry I’m not sponsed or anything- I just happen to like it.” He handed you his water bottle after wiping off the mouth piece with a tissue and letting take a taste. You were surprised at how sweet it was given the fact it was a sports drink. “Yeah these guys definitely know how to make their stuff taste really good!” The canine continued to rave to you.

Cthugha just watched him fawn all over you and gush about some silly sports drink and he was not happy with how it was going. Cthugha had brought his own water but could go for just a while longer without it. However since the rest of the group was having theirs he figured he would at least take a sip but he could barely concentrate on anything but his anger and jealousy of how close you two were getting. He was so enraged, in fact, he squeezed his own water bottle a bit too tight causing the pressure to build up in the bottle til it couldn’t contain itself- The transient’s bottle burst in his hands from how tight a grip he had on it and the contents of the bottle spilled all over himself, leaving a huge mess of water on his clothes. “Ah!” Cthugha gasped. “Now I’m all wet…!” He was embarrassed to have lost his cool like that in front of you. But rather than be annoyed with him you were concerned as you took a tissue of your own and very carefully began to help him dry off. “What-” You just assumed Cthugha forgot his own strength again and accidentally made a mess for himself so you just wanted to help him before he had a chance to properly freak out. “You’d… do that for me?” The red transient sniffled as he was touched by your kindness and definitely knew he had to ask you out one day…

Meanwhile Tindalos watched impressed. “Well played…” He muttered. “But that would be giving someone as simple as him a lot of credit. Still I’ll admit simplicity does still have it’s charms.”

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #cthugha #tindalos #Headcanon #HC #sfw #rivalry

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the-terminal-archive · 3 years

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The Power Plant was quiet today.

There was the gentle clinking of movement, none of it seemed brisk to Ametrine. They have grown bored of being in the walls of this safe space, a hundred miles below surface light. It was a little warmer than it was yesterday, perhaps other garnets were forming today? They couldn’t tell. With a huff, they stood up, following the footsteps they heard. They’ve lived here long enough to tell who that was. “Tsavorite!!! You! I’m bored!” “Bored?” It was said with a warm laugh as they turned to face the sterling-plated gem, rearranging their scouter as they thought of what they wished to do. “Hm...are you going to suggest-” “I wanna go outside!” “-You want to go outside, of course.” They glanced away as they remembered the route the other would have to take. “Well, Some of the other Larimar have dug tunnels to look for tiny bits of Uranium and other radioactive bits… You’ll have to take that route up.” “Did you cause another cave-in? Again?” “It’ll be fixed soon enough, Ametrine. Do be careful traversing through there, will you? Wouldn’t want too many particles of that mineral to infest you.” “Mhm!! Mhm!!! Is it cold on the surface today?” “It always is, silly.” “Again??? Ughhhh, but your heating system isn’t enough to keep me warm! I still have to take blankets…” “Oh, come now… it’s not that bad, now is it?” “I feel like a popsicle up there!!!” “Then, would you mind checking a certain mine for me?” “Is it that one stupid place with all that Kimberlite? You know, I’ve been telling you that you could just harvest from there! I don’t see why you don’t want anything from there.” “I’m just biding time. The jewelers wouldn’t want me drilling there yet.”

Jewelers…? “What are those?” Tsavorite was in the middle of replying after the question was begged before Ametrine felt a searing pain in their head. Their hands went up to their head, clenching it violently. They...They hoped this wouldn’t scuff the metal on their scalp. They could hear faint mumbling, but it only made them close their eyes tight, looking away. It felt like their head was splitting in two, every time this happened!

“Oh, dear...is that pain getting to you again? I’m...sorry.” Words finally would get through about a minute later. “Perhaps the information was too much for you to handle. I’m sure going back to the surface would help clear it a little more…” “Then I guess I’ll just go.” They grumbled, trying to keep their mind from going haywire a second time and result in another wave of pain. “Alright. Be safe out there, will you?” “Pff- when am I not…?” “Hah, I simply must make sure. You never know what’s out there.”

“You’re really weird sometimes.”

“Right back at you.” “Hu-Hey!!! No!!! You’re weirder.” “And you’re the weirdest.” The two managed to giggle at such a remark, the smaller turning heel. “Fine! I’ll spend a whole day there, you can’t stop me…!” “If you do, at least have fun while you’re there, alright?” “That’s a promise I can keep!” And with that, they kicked up their boots and darted away.

Already, the new route carved out by all the Larimar looked stunning- clean, dark green in color- it was hard to tell it was a mine at all. Dim, blacklight illuminated shattered Fluorites, which the tiny robots were also collecting by the pound. They had to pause for a moment just to take it all in, a tiny smile brought to their face. Sure, they were gonna miss that other route with all of the masses of different rock, but this was just as interesting! Maybe they’d take this path more often if they could tell how to get to the surface...Because right now, they felt absolutely lost! Well, that is until they saw a piling mass of bluescreening Larimar crowded around a little spot. Ametrine’s visor blinked a few times, a few warning signs popping up about the radioactive particles surrounding the place. Perhaps they could just spare a peek and move on…? They did just that, looking over the small pile to see them crowding over...oh. That was a hand. A hand, glowing a ghastly green in the UV light… It might have been a bit of Uranium, but...What did that even entail?

...Maybe it was just a weird rock growth! Moving along!

It would take them hours to reach the surface, shuddering as the cold air surrounding them. Right, right, the Kimberlite mines… How far was that away again??? Mmm...mmmm… At the base of those mountains….They figured that if they went at top speed, they could get there in ten minutes! Those ten minutes did not account for that one tumble they took, but nobody else saw it! That didn’t happen! They managed to stay warm that whole time just by going as fast as they did! They nearly splatted into the post by the entrance to the abandoned mine, taking a step back and sticking their tongue out at it. “Why did you have to be there? You’re a dummy little wood!!!” Ametrine pouted playfully, glancing away. Was it even warm in these mines…? Entering the place, it was...fairly dark. Hard to see much in someplace that’s been ditched for as long as it has… If you weren’t this neat little plated gem! All they had to do was turn the brightness up a little, and- yep! Haha, there was all the rock! None of it was Kimberlite just yet, but in the gaping pitfalls this mine had, it was easier to see it further down. Sure, it was a long way, but they had all the time in the world! A whole day to spend here, trying once again to find movement that they know isn’t here! Tch, Tsavorite would never have the time of day mining in this place, and it would go to someone else. Oh- right!! The jewelers… They completely forgot to ask that scientist to repeat themself! Dammit… a day of never knowing could very easily turn into decades if they forgot about it all! Hm, perhaps others more commonly spoke of them… Why weren’t they ever spoken of to Ametrine until just now? Maybe to keep them from worrying...silly scientist! Nothing worried them! That’s why they were here! All alone! With absolutely nobody to help or save them if they cried out for help, which they wouldn’t need anywhere in the near future! Yep!!! They were doing this all on their own, like a grown-up gem! Maybe someday they’d be considered healthy enough to go back to all the other yellow or purple gems… They hoped that would be the case sooner rather than later! Hmhm, they could take on anything that was thrown at them! And, that’s when they heard clinking. That...wasn’t from them! Maybe it was from stalactites or something. The Pristine Peaks had that happen a lot, and it kind of sounded like clinking! Hehe…

They heard clinking again, a little louder this time. This got Ametrine to stop for a minute, glancing around and letting light hit wherever it could. They weren’t even that deep into the mine, what could possibly be up here?! Another clink. Another. Another. Several successive clinks, it didn’t sound like something that could walk. “Hello?” They called out into the depths, where they thought the noise was coming from. More clinks. This sure was taking forever for it to show itself, but...at some point, they stopped again. It was at that moment Ametrine sensed movement at the other side of the tunnel they were in, a terrible figure to train their eyes on, but… Once it started approaching again, their heart jumped into their throat. It was a cluster of crystalline masses in the shapes of limbs and faces all smothered together, its appearance smeared into the surreal. It was too shallow in the ground to classify it as diamond, so it must have been a cluster of quartz, but even still- what was something like that doing here?! Ametrine was too scared to do more than sputter out fragments of sentences, silenced only by the shrill cry of it as it continued moving in. Did it- did it wish to tear them apart!? And, just as they were ready to turn heel and book it out of there, Another figure dropped down from a hole in the ‘ceiling’ of this dreaded place, facing towards the beast. “Another of you?! I swear, the next time one of you appears this close to the surface without an innocent closeby, I’ll just let you terrorize the world.” It was hard to see what gem they could be when the place was so dark, let alone the fact they had never heard such a voice before. However, their attention was drawn down as the figure pulled out two sharp, curved daggers...one concealed in each heel. The mess of crystal they stood in the way bellowed again, getting this new soul to say just as sternly back,

“Back down from this fellow quartz, you fiend! I will not let you take a single soul so long as you remain in these mines!”

...Ametrine looked away from the scene, too frightened by the enemy’s appearance to dare glance back. Maybe they should have declined to come to the mines! They would have loved being bored in Tsavorite’s radioactive wasteland than being here… Yet, it was a bit late now, and...they’d have to trust whoever this was, for better or worse.

#Cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run au #ametrine #tsavorite #prologue : the kimberlite mines #cw body horror

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havenoffandoms · 4 years

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The Witcher Imagines: Phobias

Pairings: Lambert x F!Reader; Eskel x F!Reader; Geralt x F!Reader

Summary: Imagine the witchers reacting to your phobia

Warnings: mentions of katsaridaphobia (fear of cockroaches), musophobia (fear of rats), arachnophobia (fear of spiders); 2nd person POV (reader), some swearing, no beta we die like witchers

Lambert

“Oh, you ugly fucker,” you cursed under your breath from where you sat on the bed, your hands clutching the thickest book you could find and your eyes riveted on the biggest cockroach you had ever seen. You hated the damn things. You could not remember a time when you had not been afraid of cockroaches. Thankfully, living in a city and in fairly hygienic conditions meant that you rarely had to deal with them.

This time, you were faced with an exceptionally large specimen which looked in no rush to leave your bedroom anytime soon. You tightened your hold on your book, raising it above your head as if bracing yourself to drop it on the nasty invader. You decided against it, letting out a frustrated groan as you felt hot tears well up in your eyes. How difficult could it be to kill a tiny cockroach? All you had to do was drop the book, and you would be rid of the beast forever. Instead, your muscles were unwilling to respond as fear took over every fibre of your body.

“Hey doll?” you heard Lambert’s familiar voice call out from downstairs. A string of curses left your mouth as you willed your heart to slow down. You knew that Lambert would instantly clock onto the fact that you were scared. He would be so disappointed in your when he realised that your reaction had been brought on by something as ridiculous as a cockroach.

“Doll, is everything okay?” you heard Lambert ask you, his voice growing louder as he made his way upstairs to your bedroom. Your eyes never left the cockroach as you brought your thick book over your head once again. You would not appear weak in front of the witcher. You refused to let him see you in such a lamentable state. You took a composing breath and dropped the book. You watched it fall to the floor in slow motion, but to your utter terror, the book landed inches away from the cursed cockroach. The startled insect ran under the bed at breakneck speed, pulling a terrified scream from you as you scrambled off the bed haphazardly and bolted for the door in a desperate attempt to escape your room. To your dismay, you collided with the one person you wished to avoid.

“Lambert?”

“Doll, what the fuck is going on here? Are you okay?”

Lambert’s tone barely concealed his worry as his amber eyes scanned the room for any sign of intruders who would be out to harm you. Without waiting for your answer, he manoeuvred you so that you stood behind him while he unsheathed the dagger he kept at his hip and braced himself for an attack. You barely managed to conceal the tremor in your voice as you explained the situation to him.

“La-Lambert I-I’m fine, I promise. It’s just… it’s…”

“What is it?” Confident there was no immediate threat to your life, Lambert turned around and placed two steadying hands on your shoulders, his eyes seeking yours. His brows furrowed when he noticed the wet trails on your cheeks.

“I thought I could kill it with my book, but then it ran under my bed and now I’m so scared, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Lambert, I know this is pathetic but I’m just so terrified of the damn things,” you rambled, nearly choking on your own words as your breath hitched in your throat. You heard the distinctive pitter patter of feet on the wooden floor, causing you to instinctively cuddle into the safety of Lambert’s arms. The witcher cast a look over his shoulder as his arms pulled you closer to him. You instantly knew that he had found the cause of your turmoil when an undignified snort pushed past his lips.

“It’s not funny, you dick, I’m genuinely scared!”

“Of that thing?” Lambert questioned in disbelief. He let go of you and went to catch the no doubt terrified cockroach, watching it crawl all over his hand looking for an escape route. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sight of the pest on your lover’s hand.

“Get it out, get it out,” you urged Lambert, who seemed far too amused by your predicament for your liking. Your words made him look up at you, and noticing your current predicament, Lambert decided to have mercy and let the cockroach escape through the open window. Once you were confident the beast was out of your room, you hurried to the window and slammed it shut so the cursed thing would stay outside. Lambert chortled at your actions.

“It’s more scared of you than you are of-“

“Spare me, asshole,” you snapped at him, turning around to glare at his smirking face. He was enjoying this far too much. “How dare you make fun of me when I’m scared?”

“Doll, don’t be like that,” Lambert tried to reason with you, but you stepped away from him in a huff. “Oh come on, I didn’t mean to be nasty about it. It’s just… well the thing was tiny.”

“For a big burly witcher maybe! To me it looked humongous,” you argued, feeling your cheeks heat up as fear made way for embarrassment. Your blush did not go unnoticed by your witcher.

“Well thankfully you had a big burly witcher come to the rescue,” he said in a sultry voice before stepping closer to you once again and pulling you into a tight hug. You kept your arms crossed before your chest, still not ready to forgive him for mocking your phobia. However, you found yourself melting into his touch when his lips left a trail of soft kisses along your cheek and throat.

“You’re lucky I missed you,” you said as you begrudgingly returned the embrace, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips at the thought of your witcher finally being home.

“Mmh, why don’t you let your big burly witcher show you how much you were missed in return, doll?”

You gladly let Lambert lead you to your bed.

Eskel

It was the first time you stayed at Kaer Morhen for the winter. Although you were pleased to officially be introduced as Eskel’s girlfriend to his brothers and to Vesemir, the man who was like a father figure to him, you felt a sense of foreboding overwhelm you as you settled into bed the first night. Eskel had warned you that you might need some time to adjust to the cold and darkness of the place. You had tried to reassure him that as long as he was close you could face the blizzards and the pitch-black nights that characterized the deep north. It was not, however, the thought of freezing your ass off or to sleep in the dark that worried you.

Your fear was far more mundane, but certainly far more present in your mind. Kaer Morhen was a vast and old place. Vesemir was already busy most of the year patching up leaky walls and mending broken windows, so you knew that you could not realistically expect him to keep on top of the keep’s overall cleanliness. Not by himself, at any rate. Which meant that Kaer Morhen would not only be home to four witchers, Geralt’s child surprise, a bard and yourself this winter, but most likely to the beasts you feared more than anything else on the Continent.

Rats.

You had never told Eskel about your fear. You were surprised that the topic had not come up in the two years that you had known him. Rats were a pretty common occurrence, well, anywhere, yet somehow Eskel had never witnessed you chasing the damned things with a broom or screaming bloody murder until one of your neighbours decided to check on you and help you with the pests. This time, you would be spending several months in the same place as Eskel and you knew the topic would have to be broached sooner or later. You did not want to mention anything for fear that Eskel might make fun of you or decide that he could do better than a silly farmer’s daughter who could not even stand the sight of a tiny miserable rat.

You huddled impossibly close to Eskel’s large frame as soon as blew out the candle, casting the room in complete darkness. You felt him place a soft kiss on the top of your head before resting his head on the pillow and letting out a content sigh as all the muscles in his body relaxed. You pitied the fact that you could not admire his features which, you knew, would look so peaceful as the witcher was finally allowed to let his guard down after a year spent on the path.

“Are you alright, love?” you heard Eskel ask, his voice soft and barely above a whisper, “your heart is racing. You seem restless.”

“It’s okay, Eskel,” you lied, “it’s unsettling sleeping in an unfamiliar setting. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you like me to light a fire for you?”

You pondered Eskel’s offer briefly before agreeing. A bit of light and some warmth would probably make you feel better, you thought.

“If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

With these words, Eskel got out of bed and placed some logs into the hearth. He navigated the darkness easily thanks to his enhanced vision. You sat up in bed, wrapping yourself in the covers as you watched Eskel’s shadow work on getting the hearth ready for the fire. That’s when you heard it, the distinct pitter patter of tiny feet scratching the bare stone. You froze at the sound, your eyes fruitlessly scanning the room as if you could distinguish anything in the darkness.

“Love? Is everything okay?”

“I- uh, yes, everything is fine,” you stammered, your ears picking up the noise once again. If you could hear, you knew Eskel could too. Perhaps he was so accustomed to the sound after all these years that they had become familiar. In any case, you were still hesitant to mention your fear.

“The fire is almost ready,” he said, and mere seconds later flames began licking at the logs. You guessed Eskel had used Igni to accelerate the process. Suddenly, you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye, followed by the scratchy noise once again. You felt your heart drop in your chest as fear turned your blood to ice. You vaguely heard Eskel cursing something unintelligible before kicking away a stray rat that had wandered too close for comfort to his bare feet.

A blood-curling shriek resonated in the room, and it took you a little too long to realise that you were the source of the mindless shouting.

“Get it away from me, get it away from me, oh dear gods take you all the way to hell you cursed thing!”

You were now kneeling in the middle of the bed, your face buried in your hands as you let out broken sobs at the thought of having your worst nightmare running freely around the room. Your panic was so intense that you flinched when Eskel went to touch your arm. In that very instant, you had mistaken Eskel’s touch for a rat jumping onto the bed and attacking you.

“Get off me, get off me you monster!”

“What the hell is going on in here?”

A second person, whom you recognised as Vesemir, entered the room and was demanding to know what all the shouting was about.

“Eskel, get rid of that rat, please I’m begging you!” you begged, your hands blindly reaching for Eskel who had retreated far away from you after you recoiled from his touch. Your eyes finally met his, and at the sight of your tears, Eskel finally stepped closer to the bed.

“The rat… oh, the rat,” Eskel repeated as realisation dawned on him. The monster you were so terrified of was not him, but the rat he had just kicked across the room.

“Yes, the fucking rat,” you snapped urgently, hugging your knees to your chest for comfort. You saw Eskel briefly focus as he no doubt used his witcher senses to locate the pest. Vesemir sighed and muttered something about being too old for this shit before shutting the door behind him. In your state of panic, you made a mental note of apologising profusely to him in the morning. When you turned to Eskel again, you noticed that he was holding the rat by the scruff of the neck. You shuddered at the sight, flinching when Eskel had to walk past the bed to let the rat escape through the window. Only when the pest was out of sight did you release the shaky breath you had been holding for far too long.

“I’m so sorry,” you instantly apologise, curling into yourself as you waited for the inevitable mockery, “I… I should’ve told you.”

“Yes, you should’ve. Would’ve avoided waking up the old wolf. He’ll be grumpy tomorrow,” Eskel remarked, but his soft smile indicated that he was not upset with you. You let out a relieved sigh as you slowly stretched out your legs and shyly reached out for Eskel. The witcher joined you on the bed, if somewhat reluctantly.

“I’m sorry Eskel, I’m truly sorry. I know a brave witcher like you doesn’t deserve a low peasant girl like me, who on top of being ordinary is also scared of rats…”

“Hey love,” Eskel’s hands came to cup your face as he stared into your eyes, “no, no please don’t say that. I was just surprised, that’s all. I… I thought you were reacting this way because of… because of me.”

You frowned at his words, unsure whether you understood what he was trying to say.

“What? Why would I be scared of you, darling?”

“I… I’m just glad it wasn’t me that caused such a panic. I promise you I’ll check the room for rats every night. And I’ll hunt every damn rat in this keep down if it’ll make you feel safer. Alright?”

You couldn’t help the enamoured smile that graced your lips at sweet Eskel’s words. You leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips, chuckling softly as your actions pulled a pleased sigh from your witcher.

“Any other fears I should know about before you decide to wake the dead again with that banshee scream of yours?”

“Shut up witcher, and hold me now would you!”

Geralt

“You want to sleep in the woods? On the ground?”

“We could also sleep in a tree if you prefer,” Geralt suggested sarcastically, not even sparing you or Jaskier a glance as he unsaddled Roach, “don’t know if the branches will support our weights, though.”

“Alright, smartass!”

You would have much rather slept in an inn, even one of the shitty inns that you had stayed in recently would do. You hated the idea of sleeping on the forest ground. The thought of insects running all over you at night when you were trying to sleep did not sound relaxing in the least. In fact, it was the thought of a very specific beast crawling all over you that bothered you the most.

Spiders.

Ghastly things. You hated them, always had, always would. Any shape, size, colour… you didn’t discriminate, you hated all of them. You would never tell your witcher that, though. Geralt was the most powerful witcher on the Continent. He would surely laugh at you for being scared of spiders. You were certainly not about to tell Jaskier either, because telling the bard would have the same effect as shouting it from the rooftops. If Jaskier knew, the whole Continent would know within days and your arachnophobia would undoubtedly become the theme of his newest ballad.

Nobody could know about your fear of spiders. You would just have to suck it up for one night. Maybe if you volunteered to keep watch all night you would not have to sleep and could keep an eye out for the creepy things. Or perhaps you could sleep away from Geralt for one night. You quickly dismissed that idea, knowing that the witcher would instantly be suspicious and ask too many uncomfortable questions. Keeping watch it was, then. When you pitched the idea to the crowd, Geralt was quick to crush your hopes.

“You kept watch last night. You need to sleep,” he told you, a tired sigh pushing past his lips when he noticed that you wanted to argue.

“You have years of sleep to catch up on, I’ll keep watch.”

“Y/N…”

“That’s that settled then, I’m keeping watch tonight.”

“No, you’re not.”

“If I may interject,” Jaskier suddenly interrupted your discussion, causing both you and Geralt to snap your heads in his direction, “I believe it is my turn to keep watch. You two are clearly very cranky and you both need your sleep.”

“Jaskier, as nice as it is for you to offer, I-“

“Done,” Geralt decreed before you could have a say in it. You opened your mouth again to tell Geralt that you could make your own decisions when you noticed the way his eyes softened as he placed a warm hand on the small of your back and pulled you close to his body. “Jaskier’s right, dove. We’ve both been snapping at each other a lot lately. Let’s just take a night off, you and me.”

“I-“

“Please dove, I need to feel you close to me tonight,” Geralt pleaded you as he nosed your hair affectionately. You sighed in resignation at the tender gesture. You could never refuse your love anything, especially not when he was so sweet.

“Fine. I can’t wait for the winter when we’re back at Kaer Morhen,” you whisper into his armour, taking in the scent of leather and rain that clung to Geralt like second skin.

“You and me both, dove.”

That night, you and Geralt squeezed onto the same bedroll and managed to cover both of your bodies with a large blanket. You were on edge, tense, and Geralt could feel it. His arms held you close, but even your witcher’s proximity was not enough to reassure you. Your thoughts kept wandering to a certain eight-legged beast that you hated so damn much. You tried to ignore the invading thoughts, but it seemed like you were surrounded by an aura of anxiety. Geralt could feel your turmoiled state, but for the longest time he did not raise it with you. You were grateful for it, although you briefly considered telling him about your phobia.

No. Stay strong. It’s just for one night, you reminded yourself.

You almost convinced yourself that you could do this when you felt something crawl all the way up your bare arm and get tangled in your hair. You instantly froze, fearing that your worst nightmare had become reality. Your terrified eyes met Geralt’s, and the witcher’s brows furrowed in concern as he felt the change in your demeanour.

“There’s something in my hair. Geralt, there’s something in my hair I can feel it, gods get it out of there whatever it is, please,” you rambled, your voice growing more panicked with each word you spoke. Geralt nodded, his eyes betraying his confusion, but he diligently did as you told him and pried whatever beast that had become tangled in your hair loose.

“It’s nothing, sweet dove. Just a spider, nothing mo-“

At those words, you bounced onto your feet and started itching yourself all over. It suddenly felt like a million spiders had found refuge under your skin and were trying to break free. You were delirious with panic, halfway between dream and reality, as your brain tricked you into believing your own hallucination. You were so far down your own panic that you did not immediately hear Geralt calling your name in a desperate attempt to get you to snap out of it.

“Y/N? Dove, can you hear me? Listen to my voice, you’ll be okay.”

You batted his hands away, let out a startled sound between a scream and a moan as you stumbled away from Geralt and clawing at your skin, willing the sensations away. You itched your skin raw until it became painful, at which point you began sobbing.

“Y/N, calm down,” you heard Geralt’s voice resonate in your mind, like a distant echo. You instantly felt your muscles go slack and the panic lifted as quickly as it appeared. Geralt was staring at you, concern written all over his face. You guessed by the position of his hands and fingers that Geralt had just used Axii on you.

“You’re going to take deep breaths and calm down, dove. You understand?”

You merely nodded as your body complied with the command. When Geralt’s hold on your mind subsided, you blinked several times as if to focus your mind on the now and then. Your witcher stayed a fair distance away, giving you space to get back to your senses. You suddenly felt your cheeks heat up in shame when you realised how silly and exaggerated your reaction to the spider had been.

“I’m… gods, I’m so pathetic aren’t I?”

“Is she going to be okay?” you heard Jaskier ask, his voice barely above a whisper as if he was scared to startle you.

“Yes,” Geralt responded without taking his eyes off you, “you’re going to be okay, dove. You hear me?”

“It was just a stupid spider. Why am I like this? All of this just for a stupid spider!”

“Ah, arachnophobia,” Jaskier said like an afterthought to himself. You glanced over your shoulder at the bard who offered a reassuring smile. “Bear with me, dear heart, I believe I have something that might put your mind at ease.”

You watched wordlessly as the bard disappeared, leaving you alone with a still shook Geralt. The witcher took several tentative steps towards you, extending his hands gently as if coaxing a young foal to come to him. You gladly fell into the witcher’s arms, clinging onto him for dear life. Geralt indulged you as one hand came to rest on the small of your back and the other at the back of your head.

“Is that why you didn’t want to sleep in the woods?” he asked, not unkindly. You nodded, nuzzling the base of his neck to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks and the tears welling up in your eyes. “Sweet dove, you should’ve said.”

“And then what? You spend all your coin on a room just so I don’t have to sleep with spiders? Geralt, don’t be ridiculous.”

“I just wish you’d told me.”

“I was afraid. I was afraid you’d find me laughable,” you admit shyly, biting your bottom lip to stop the tears from spilling. Instead of pushing you away like you had expected, Geralt pulled you impossibly closer.

“It’s okay to be scared sometimes. It’s healthy. I’m scared of some things too.”

“No you’re not,” you argued.

“I am. I’m scared of anything happening to the people I care about. I’m scared of anything happening to you. And to Jaskier, but don’t tell him that or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I knew you were fond of me, old man,” you both heard Jaskier exclaim loudly, which pulled an amused chuckle from you and an irritated groan from Geralt. “I already have the title of my new ballad. The Witcher Who Very Much Cared About…”

“Drop it,” Geralt grumbled, allowing you to pull away from him but keeping an arm wrapped around your waist.

“Alright, alright. Here you are, dear heart.” Jaskier handed you a little pouch which gave off a strong scent of eucalyptus and peppermint. You scrunched your nose as the smell invaded your nostrils. “Although I am particularly fond of eucalyptus and peppermint, I happen to know that spiders hate it. I also like to keep the creepy crawleys at bay when travelling with my dear friend Geralt. Spiders especially. They don’t bother me when I have my trusted pouch with me.”

A radiant smile brightened your face at Jaskier’s gift.

“Oh Jaskier, thank you.”

“Don’t even mention it, dear heart. Wouldn’t want you losing precious sleep over monsters, right Geralt?”

“Hmm,” was all your witcher said as he placed a firm kiss on your temple, “speaking of sleep, all this excitement tired me out. Let’s lie down, dove.”

You fell asleep easily in the safety of your witcher’s arms and clutching onto Jaskier’s miracle spider repellent.

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